When your house was sided mid-century,
Lately I’ve had another project weighing heavily on my mind, and I made a decision today that took a huge weight off my shoulders (and replaced it with another older one). I’ve been working on my MS degree off and on for a disturbingly long time. In fact when I started this blog I was still taking classes. I needed one more class and a thesis to finish. My advisor needed to grant me permission to take the final class because the time limit for completion had passed. He said he’d grant permission when he had a draft of my thesis in hand. Fair enough. Then I had Claire, and switched jobs, and moved, and the thesis got shoved so far to the back of the to-do list that it all but fell off.
Yesterday I had lunch with a former colleague who moved to France seven years ago. He asked me if I ever finished the degree. *wince* Also at lunch was my boss, who laughed when the subject came up because he’s been encouraging me to finish, too. *double wince* Today I ran into another former coworker who asked me if I finished the MS. *triple wince* Then as I was sitting on the 31st St bridge, I saw